The guy at the car place told my Dad that I was a lovely girl. When I bring my Dad's car in, all I do is sit there and wait for it to be done while I read my book about a meth addict. Then I smile and nod and say yes and ok when the man tries to explain to me the problems even though I have no idea what he is talking about. Then I leave. I guess that's what lovely is.
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